OUR ADMIRAL AND GENERAL, WHO ARE NOT ON SPEAKING TERMS, FIND IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE ONE ANOTHER WHEN THEY MEET ON THE STAIRS.
THE COLISEUM QUEUE, A.D. 60 OR THEREABOUTS.
"Ladies and gents, I 'ope you will let me 'ave your kind attention while I give a rendering of 'Rule, Britannia,' the national song of Britain, accompanyin' myself on the 'arp, wich I learned to play wen I was servin' in the army of occupation in that remote and barbarous island."
A DIFFICULT CASE.
Dear Mr. Punch,—This is one of those social problems which end by asking what A should do, only in this case I want to know what you would do.
It happened on the first day of my leave, just after I had, as is my custom on this day, had my hair cut and otherwise made beautiful at a place in Bond Street. (I am afraid this sounds as if I was a rich man, but really I am a Naval Officer.)